Monday, October 25, 2010

TWITCHING THUMBS

The following poem, "the witch," appeared in a print anthology of New England poetry last year. I think. I got an acceptance letter, but no contributor's copy. The life of a writer. Anyway, Happy Halloween....

the witch

our neighborthe widow mcdowell

--whose husbandworked hard forsixty-odd yearswas kind and quiet andsteady as they comethen spent his retirementrunning naked from thegroton town police—

used to setbaskets full of applesfrom her own backyard over the walland into ours